Excerpts from The Book of Tamir: Spawning
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Dancing
Whirling
In the fire
I am the ember
Who does not tire
Across the cabin
Roof
Beds
The spark
Is contagious
Mine to spread
The prance
Continues
Into night
From afar
They join me
Muses of light
Radiant
Spinning
Wicked
And brash
The guests falter
Then fall to ash
And from dust
A crystal
Rises in wake
Mine to slumber
Yours to take
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Word Count: 66
